HF 1054

I listened to the live debate on the radio as I drove home from work. Which meant that I finally learned what station MPR is. It’s 91.1 FM if you must know. The sunroof was open.

As I made my way down 494, I thought about how very strange it is to live a day from dawn to dusk knowing that you will remember it for the rest of your life.

These are Intentional Days.

I pulled into the garage, the debate continued. I learned how to live stream radio on my phone as I sat out on our deck, tanning with a Coconut La Croix in hand. A pair of geese sat across the street from my encampment, nestled together.

It was a perfect day in Minnesota yesterday. Sunny, warm, clear with just a light breeze.

There was something So Surreal about the fact that in the age of television and the internet, all I could do was listen. And type. And wait. To listen some more.

They passed the bill and I sobbed. I think for the most part we all sobbed.

In our kitchens. In our cars. At our desks.

Mom called.

We went to celebrate at the home of some friends who are family and will now legally have the right to marry in Minnesota . We brought champagne. I wore my favorite (best) dress.

We toasted. We laughed. We breathed a sigh of relief. We breathed a sigh of exhaustion.

And after we were through there, Marcus and I headed out to a few other bars, on an impromptu-date night of sorts. No need to end the celebration early. You only get to do this once, after all.